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Authors name: Julian Coreto (juliancoreto@hotmail.com)
Story title : Alan - Part 10

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Alan - 10 (MF, mc)
by Julian Coreto (juliancoreto@hotmail.com)

***

The nosy Guidance Counselor.

***

"I don't know how to begin. I've never come here with 
this type of situation."

"Well, why don't you start at the beginning? I've been 
your guidance counselor for four years, and you've only 
come to see me about college applications. Since you're 
going to Georgetown on a football scholarship--
congratulations by the way--I know it's not about that. 
Something is troubling you, I can see that."

"I'm embarrassed." He couldn't look her in the face.

"Don't be. You can tell me anything. I've heard it all 
before."

"Maybe I'd be more comfortable talking to a man. Is Mr. 
Kilter in his office?"

"Please, talk to me. I want to listen. It's my job you 
know." She smiled, and a looked up and have a half-smile 
back.

He inhaled sharply, and an uneasy silence followed.

"Is something the matter at home?" she prodded. "Are 
things alright between your parents, or between you and 
your parents?"

"No, it's nothing like that." His voice had a pathetic 
quality to it.

"Something is obviously bothering you." He leaned back in 
his chair, considering whether coming to the guidance 
office was a good idea. He had stood in the doorway 
unsure if he had the guts to enter, when Mrs. Hall saw 
him and roped him into her office.

"My girlfriend is sleeping with another guy," he blurted.

"Oh, Chad, that's awful. She broke up with you?"

He didn't answer.

"You'll be OK. Hey, you're the football hero! You led the 
team to the league title. I'm sure the girls will be all 
over you once they hear you're back in circulation. It'll 
be tough, for sure, but you'll get over her." She was 
trying to rebuild his confidence.

He said nothing.

"I'm sorry Chad, I really am. When did this happen. You 
and Kate have been dating for almost a year, and you 
seemed so happy together, but do you really want to be 
going out with someone who would betray you like that? 
Count yourself lucky, in a way."

"We didn't break up."

"Really? She slept with another boy and you forgave her? 
Well, that's very noble of you. Forget that last thing I 
just said." She paused. "Have you talked about it? Did 
she promise you it wouldn't happen again?"

"You don't understand," he answered, his voice choking 
up.

"OK, explain it to me."

"She wants to keep dating me, but not have sex. She only 
wants to have sex with him. It's like she's his slave or 
something."

Kimberly Hall leaned forward in her chair. Though she had 
assured the young man in front of her that she had "heard 
it all," this was new to her. "What? Slave? Who, Chad, 
who is Kate having sex with? This is important. I need to 
know. I have a legal responsibility to report abuse, so 
you must tell me."

Chad thought he was going to pass out in fear and shame. 
"Alan Marshall. Kate is," his voice strangled up as he 
said the next word, "fucking Alan Marshall. And he is 
also dating Pauline." Chad wiped the tears from his face.

* * *

Kim Hall didn't know what to do for a second. Composing 
herself, she sent Chad Krieger to the nurse's office to 
lie down for the rest of the day. She then went to the 
main office and looked up Kate Van Devanter's schedule. A 
few minutes later she had reached the classroom, and 
after a brief conversation with Mr. Eichler, Kate's 
social studies teacher, she was walking with her back to 
her office.

"I don't understand, Mrs. Hall. You're not my counselor. 
Where's Mr. Ruggerio?"

Kim ignored her protests and gestured Kate to take a 
seat. "Before we start I just need to know, are you OK?" 
Kim asked the girl.

"I'm fine. What makes you think otherwise?"

"Chad Krieger was just in here, and he told me that Alan 
Marshall may be abusing you. Is there any truth in that?"

"No."

"'No.' That's it? That's all you have to say? 'No.'"

"Right."

"Did he threaten you? Did he tell you he'd hurt you if 
you said anything to anyone?"

"No."

"Is that all you're going to say?"

"Yes."

* * *

Kate left Mrs. Hall's office and walked to the end of the 
hall. After turning the corner she broke out into a run. 
She knew that Alan was in Math class because her friend 
Suzy was in the same class, and by the time she reached 
the door to the classroom the bell was about to ring. She 
cornered Alan as he came out and led him to the end of 
the hall.

"We've got trouble. Chad went to Mrs. Hall and told him 
about us. What are we going to do?"

"Come with me, slut. I'll take care of it." 

"Where are we going?" she whined.

"We're going to see her. I'll explain everything to her."

"NO!" she gasped, causing heads to turn in the hallway.

"Are you questioning me, slut?" he asked her sotto voce.

"Yes. Maybe. No," she whimpered softly.

He pulled her aside, into an alcove. "Who am I?"

"Y-y-you're Alan. I don't understand."

"Who am I to you?"

"My m-m-master." She began to tremble slightly.

"If I say that we're going to see Mrs. Hall, why do you 
question me?"

"S-s-sorry, Master."

"Good, I'm glad we're on the same page." He petted her on 
the top of her head, and she smiled, glowing inside.

* * *

Kimberly Hall spent the last five minutes in her office 
with the door closed, weighing her options. She didn't 
have enough evidence of abuse to make a report. Kate was 
certainly not being abused at home; there had never been 
any signs of that. Chad was her boyfriend, the most 
likely candidate for being her abuser (the order of usual 
suspects running parents first, boyfriend second), and 
she didn't think he was knocking her around. 

Alan Marshall was the least likely person she could come 
up with to paint as an abuser, and the story which she 
had been presented with, that Alan was abusing Kate Van 
Devanter was similarly unlikely. He just didn't seem to 
be the type. Complicating all of this was the fact the 
Alan's mom was on the school board, a very powerful 
position. 

The best course, she had decided quickly, would be to 
make quiet inquiries among the teachers who taught Alan, 
Kate, and Chad. She would not at this time be calling the 
county's Child Services Department. If the story turned 
out to be a delusion of Chad's part, this whole thing 
could blow up in her face if the authorities were 
involved. There was a knock on her door.

"Come in."

The door opened and she was shocked to see that Kate and 
Alan were standing in her doorway, together. "Hello. I'm 
surprised to see you."

"Kate told me about your conversation just now, and about 
what Chad had said to you, and we're here to clear some 
things up."

"OK." Mrs. Hall had no idea where this was going.

"Before I start I would like to know just exactly what 
Chad told you."

Kim saw this coming; of course Alan would want to know 
that, but it was against policy to tell one student what 
another student had said in a private counseling session. 
She was just about to open her mouth and say, "I'm sorry, 
I can't tell you that." But she didn't; instead she said, 
"Chad told me that you were fucking Kate. That you have 
turned her into a sex slave, and were abusing her."

"Why did I tell him that?" she thought, kicking herself.

"Interesting," was his only response.

"Well, is it true?"

"What if it is?"

"I would be duty bound to report you to the county."

"Why?"

Kim sputtered, "Because it's wrong! That's why."

Alan turned to Kate, "Are you my sex slave?" She nodded. 
"Am I abusing you?" She shook her head. "Satisfied?" he 
asked, turning back to the counselor.

"No I am not. This is disgusting. I'm going to have to, 
at the very least, tell the principal, and also your 
mother. You should be ashamed of yourself!"

"Look, I'm not doing anything to Kate that she doesn't 
want me doing." Kate nodded vigorously.

"What in god's name are you talking about? Kate?"

"Go ahead, slut, tell her."

"Alan is my master. He can do anything to me that he 
wants, and I love it all."

"W-what what does he do to you? Does he hurt you?"

"He fucks me. He fucks me until I scream. Sometimes I 
come so hard I pass out. He calls me his slut, and I call 
him master. He took me to the mall and allowed me to get 
my nipples pierced. He shaves my pussy and fucks me up 
the ass. He gave me a dildo--a butt plug--and I wear it 
all the time, unless he wants to fuck me in the ass, that 
is." She told this all in a happy and singsong voice, and 
Mrs. Hall looked like she was going to vomit.

"I don't understand this," Kimberly told the pair, horror 
evident in her quivering voice.

"Show her," Alan commanded Kate.

"Hmm?" Kate asked, not knowing what was expected of her 
in this situation, strange ever for her.

"Take off your clothes, slut, and show her your rings and 
pussy." Kim froze, not believing that Kate would actually 
strip, but sure enough Kate was taking her things off 
without hesitation. She gawked at the sight of Kate's 
pierced nipples and shaved mound.

"You just made your last mistake young man. Now I know 
there's proof of your abuse because I see it right in 
front of me," the counselor scolded Alan, a gleam of 
triumph in her eyes. "Forget about the Department of 
Child Services, I'm calling the police!" She reached for 
the phone, but for some reason couldn't follow through.

"Sit," he said to her calmly, pointing at her office 
chair.

"You mind your mouth, young man!"

"Sit." She sat.

"You're not going to tell anyone about this, understand?" 
Kim nodded, not knowing why. "My little slut here never 
had it so good. Isn't that right?"

"Yes Master, I never had it so good." Kate voice took on 
that little-girl quality like in past situations when 
Alan dominated her.

"Go over to Mrs. Hall and take off her clothes."

"What?!?" Kim protested, but she was powerless to resist 
as little Kate Van Devanter came forward and began 
removing her from her suit.

"Oooh, look at her nipples. They're nice and hard!" Kate 
exclaimed as she stripped the counselor to the waist.

"Good eye, slut. And what do those hard nipples tell us 
about her?"

"She's a dirty slut," Kate giggled. "Just like me!"

"Right you are, my good little slut. Right you are. Stand 
her up and remove her pants."

"I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't 
understand. What's happening to me?" she sobbed as the 
naked Kate approached her. Kim was amazed to find herself 
going along with this, and she slipped out of her pumps 
before letting Kate stand her up. 

"Oh Master, can you see how wet her pussy is?" Alan 
looked down and saw a few drops of moisture clinging to 
the guidance counselor's fine brown pussy hair. "She 
really is a huge slut! Are you going to use her like you 
use me?"

"I don't know. She has a decent body. Hey slut, how old 
are you?"

Kim really didn't want to answer. She was supremely 
uncomfortable with this whole situation, and she 
certainly wasn't going to answer to the name "slut."

"Master asked you a question," Kate hissed at her as she 
twisted Kim's nipples. "How old are you, slut?"

"Please stop hurting me. Please!" Kate refused to relent 
her assault on Kim's nipples. "Argh! Thirty-two! I'm 
thirty-two. PLEASE stop doing that." Tears began to fall 
from the corners of her eyes.

"Hmmm, she has a nice figure for a woman in her 
thirties," Alan said. "And now we know that she knows how 
to beg." Kate continued to twist Kim's nipples, and Kim 
was amazed to find that she was becoming aroused by it. 
She could feel her juices running down her thighs despite 
the fact that she hated what was happening to her at the 
command of Alan and the assault of Kate. "Release her, 
slut."

Kim gasped in relief as Kate stopped twisting. "Please," 
she sobbed, "I don't want to do this with you." She 
buried her face in her hands.

"Yes you do."

"Oh my god," Kim thought to herself, "He's right. I'm so 
turned on." When she looked up she gasped upon seeing 
Alan with his pants down, Kate happily sucking his penis.

"She's getting me hard. Hard for you. But you'll have to 
beg. You'll have to beg me to fuck you."

Something snapped in her mind. "Oh my god. Please. Please 
fuck me. I want to come like Kate does. Please, like she 
told me. Call me your slut. Please? I need it so bad. So 
bad. I'll do anything if you fuck me. I'll call you my 
master. I'll be your slut if you just fuck me with your 
hard cock. Oh god, I need it now."

Alan pulled out of Kate's mouth; normally she would be 
disappointed, but instead she was looking forward to 
watching Alan put it to this meddlesome bitch. She 
watched as he grabbed Mrs. Hall by the shoulders and laid 
her down on her desk. Wasting no time he lined up his 
cock against her dripping slit and pushed in, sinking 
half of his dick in with the first thrust.

"Yes! Oh my god, YES!" the counselor screamed, grateful 
that her office was soundproofed for privacy.

"You like that, bitch?" Kate growled into her ear.

"Yeeeeeah! I love it. FUCK ME. Fuck me hard." Kate looked 
on, one hand fingering her pussy, the other twisting her 
butt plug. Alan was pounding into Mrs. Hall, his cock 
hammering her drenched channel and making squishing 
noises.

"I'm COMING," Kim screamed at the top of her lungs. "So 
good, so good," she kept repeating. Alan pulled out of 
her and beckoned Kate over. He bent her over the desk 
next to the trembling Mrs. Hall.

"Oh Yeah! Use me. Please Master, use your slut." Kate 
moaned when Alan withdrew the butt plug from her, jerking 
it out of her clenching rear end. "Put your hard cock in 
my ass. I LOVE IT IN MY ASS!" she screamed as Alan 
plunged his cock into her tightest hole. Her near 
constant wearing of the butt plug made for an easier 
entrance, but her asshole was almost as tight as it was 
the first time he had entered her backdoor.

Oh, oh, oh, mmmmm, that's so nice. My Master's hard cock 
up my tight little ass feels soooo nice"

"You like it, don't you slut?" he asked her in a voice 
loud enough for the now recovering Kim Hall to hear over 
Kate's screaming and groaning.

"I LOVE IT! Ugh, ugh, ugh, Who wouldn't love your nice 
hard big cock in their ass?"

The guidance counselor watched this dirty scene, slack-
jawed at what she was witnessing. It was so disgusting, 
and she shuddered. But it was also one of the hottest 
things she had ever seen, and without even looking down 
she knew that her nipples were still hard as rocks.

"Do you really like that? Kate?" she asked her.

"Mmmmm, yeah! It feels so nice. Everything my Master does 
to me makes me feel good."

"And that, uh, dildo? The thing he took from your--" she 
paused, not knowing if she wanted to know the answer to 
this question. "The butt plug? You like that too?"

"Oh god yes. It feels so yummy. Especially when I'm 
sitting on a hard chair, like the, ugh, ugh, oh, like the 
kind here in school. COMING, Master. FEELS SO GOOD."

"That's a good slut," he told her, patting her gently on 
the head; she was filled with overpowering feelings of 
well-being, as if the warmth of a thousand suns was 
shining down on her body. He addressed his two slaves, 
"You two, on your knees, next to each other, facing me, 
your cheeks pressed together."

"Oh goody, a face bath!" Kate exclaimed, and she and Kim 
got into position. Kimberly knew what was about to 
happen, and half her brain was screaming at her body to 
resist, but she didn't. The other half was ecstatic at 
the prospect of feeling his jism coat her face, and that 
half won the battle.

"Here it comes!" Alan bellowed, his voice deep and 
throaty. He used his power to increase the volume of his 
ejaculation, and in seconds both of their faces were 
dripping with liberal amounts of come. He sent a mental 
command to both of them to clean the other off, using 
only their mouths and tongues, and they set to it, 
eagerly lapping his juices off the other. Kim was 
tentative at first, but Kate's enthusiasm was infectious, 
and soon their efforts took on a franticness which 
shocked her to her core.

Alan reached down and put his hand under Kim's chin. She 
resisted only slightly as he made her look up into his 
eyes. As he stared into her she tried her best to look 
away, but she didn't know whether she wanted to look away 
out of a sense of shame, or if she wanted to look away 
because it would be wrong to look into his masterful 
eyes. "Do you understand now?"

"Yes," she whispered. "I understand."

"You will tell no one."

"I will tell no one. Who'd believe me anyway? I didn't 
believe Chad when he told me." A tear formed in her eye. 
"I'm so sorry."

"Sorry? For what?"

She looked down again, not able to face him in her shame. 
"For not believing," she sobbed.

"It's OK now," he bent down, whispering into her ear, 
"You understand." He stroked her long brown hair. 
Suddenly she was filled with the most delicious sense of 
happiness she had ever experienced, but the tears 
continued to fall.

* * *

"You handled that so well, Master," Kate giggled at him 
after they left Mrs. Hall's office.

"Do I detect some doubt in you, slut?"

"Never," she shot back at him, her face a portrait of 
seriousness.

They reached the end of the administration hallway and 
parted. "I'll call you later," he said as a farewell.

"You promise?" she mock-pouted.

"Everything I say to you is a promise."

"Lucky me," she answered, her whole body briefly 
shivering.

* * *

Jack was right, Alan realized. His initial efforts at 
control and been clumsy and badly though out. He had 
pacified Chad that day at his house, but his simple 
commands did not prevent Kate's boyfriend from blabbing 
to his counselor. Instead of going to his next class he 
decided that something needed to be done about Chad 
straightaway. Then it his him. His next class was 
physics, the only class he and Chad shared. He walked up 
to the physics lab less than five minutes before the bell 
rang, and used the time to plan out what he was going to 
do the tattle-tailing football jock.

Someone was behind him. "Hall pass?" He turned. A kid 
stood before him, a freshman, or a sophomore at most, 
wearing a bright red hall monitor's armband.

"Go away," he said calmly to the pest, and the kid walked 
down the hall. The bell rang and the halls quickly filled 
with his classmates, but Chad was not among them. He 
didn't know then that Chad was on a cot in the nurse's 
office, quietly weeping. A quick scan of all the minds in 
the building, and he set off, ditching physics.

It mattered little anyway; Alan had found that one of his 
powers allowed him to learn and process information at a 
near infinite speed. He had read all of his textbooks 
over the past week, and had moved on to more advanced 
books recently. He spent his classroom time using his 
power to make the students and teachers think he was 
paying attention and participating, be really her was 
using the time to daydream and practice his powers.

"Hi, I'm here to see Chad," he told the nurse.

"In the back," she pointed.

Chad was sleeping flat on his stomach. Alan decided it 
would be cruel to wake him. He made a few modifications 
to him, and then left. It was over so fast that he was 
less than a minute late to physics. No one noticed when 
he entered and took a seat. 

From now on Chad would be unable to communicate to 
anyone, in any way, what was going on between Alan and 
Kate. As a nice twist, any time Chad felt the urge to 
spill the secret he would piss in his pants.

* * *

Alan was only half-surprised the next morning to receive 
a note in homeroom from the guidance office. It was from 
Mrs. Hall, asking him to come see her first period. After 
the bell rang he sought out Pauline, reaching her just as 
she came out of her homeroom, and gave her a little kiss 
on the lips, their morning ritual for the time between 
homeroom and first period.

"So, Mrs. Hall, what can I do for you?"

"I, uh, don't know, Alan. Can I talk about it?"

"Shoot," he chuckled.

Tears started running down her face. "I'm so ashamed," 
she sobbed. "I went home last night and-no, I'm too 
embarrassed to talk about it."

He walked over to her and sat next to her on the couch. 
When he began stroking her hair she shuddered 
uncontrollably. "There, there. There, there."

Kim sniffled and cleared her throat quietly before she 
was able to continue. "I went home last night and 
practically raped my husband. But," she paused, not sure 
she was able to go on.

"But what? You can tell me."

"I didn't feel it with him. Not like yesterday. Not like 
with you." With that admission she completely broke down, 
weeping freely in front of him like she hadn't before.

"What didn't you feel. An orgasm?"

"No, I had an orgasm. Mark always makes sure I get one." 
She sniffled again. "But it wasn't as good as with you."

"What do you think the problem was? You're a 
psychologist, and as the saying goes, 'Psychologist, 
shrink thyself.'" She laughed, burying her face in his 
chest.

"The sex was nice," she began hesitantly, "But it didn't 
feel as good as what you did to me yesterday. I think--" 
she gave a pregnant pause, "I think I need to be 
dominated. You awoke something in me, and my husband 
doesn't provide it for me."

"Doesn't provide, or can't provide?"

"I don't know," she whispered with a fearful tone.

"Well, you'll never know if you don't ask. Tell him. Tell 
him you need him to dominate you, to tie you up, do kinky 
things to you, and hammer you until you scream in 
ecstasy."

"You're right. I was so afraid over what happened 
yesterday. Afraid that sex with Mark would just be a pale 
shadow after that. Thank you, I'm going to try it."

"Anything else you need for me to do?"

She looked up at him, not sure if she had the guts to 
continue "I'm hesitant to ask."

"Try me."

"I was so aroused watching you fuck Kate in the ass, but 
I'm afraid. Just looking at her made me want to do it, 
but I know Mark's never done it, and so I was thinking 
that if you're willing I'd like my first time to be with 
someone experienced like you."

"OK. Do you want to do this 'regular' or would you rather 
be dominated?"

She shot him an evil-looking grin. "What do you think?" 

"Before we begin in earnest I need to ask you a question. 
Do you have any lotion?"

She pulled open a desk drawer and handed him a bottle. He 
ordered her to strip, and she started off by doing a 
strip tease, slowly peeling off her skirt. Alan was 
having none of this. He had ordered her to strip, not 
prance about. Grabbing her by her shoulders he hissed at 
her, "I didn't tell you to dance for me, bitch." She 
gulped. "Once I let go of you you'll have ten seconds to 
be naked. Any clothing left on you I will tear off your 
body, understand?" She nodded. "Pardon me, did you say 
something, bitch?"

"I understand."

"Wrong answer!" He didn't want to go to easy on her. "You 
will address me as 'Sir.' Understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she gasped, and before Alan finished counting 
to ten she was naked. He bent her over the desk, and 
plunged his cock into her pussy, "OHMYGOD!" she shrieked.

"Just starting the process of lubrication, bitch, 
although you have a nice tight cunt. Maybe I'll stay in 
here. Change my mind. Convince me to fuck you tight 
virgin ass. Beg."

Kim could barely think straight through the haze of lust 
Alan's cock was stirring in her from his forceful 
fucking, but she was determined to have her ass fucked, 
so she gathered her wits as best she could.

"Oh, please Sir, fuck my ass. I need it so bad in my ass. 
You know I'm a, ah... ah... ah... virgin there. You'll be 
my first. You'll always be the first up my ass. Please! 
Ooooh, your cock feels so nice up my slutty cunt, OHMYGOD 
YES! I'm coming, Sir, I'm coming around your huge hard 
cock." 

There was a brief pause in her begging while she orgasmed 
around Alan's invader, but once she started coming down 
she resumed. "Please. Now. In my ass. Please?"

Alan yanked his cock out of her spasming cunt and placed 
the head against Ms. Hall's rosebud. He squirted some 
lotion on his dick and rubbed it up and down the length 
before pressing into her. Using his power he relaxed her 
sphincter and activated her anal-erotic feelings. There 
was near silence in the room as he forced his erection 
into her. Kim was too stunned and too turned on to say 
anything, managing only an occasional groan, and Alan 
only punctuated the silence to whisper filthy suggestions 
into her ear from time to time.

Soon she was bucking back against him as he stroked his 
full length in and out of her tight clutching rear 
passage, her groans increasing in volume and frequency. 
Alan could see that she was getting worked up, and 
started ramming her faster.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the clock on the 
wall, and decided that he needed to get out soon, because 
the period was about to end. Just as he was about to 
transmit a mental command for her to orgasm, she came on 
her own, her body stiffening, and her ass clenching 
around his dick. She was so aroused she couldn't get 
words out of her mouth, and merely moaned.

He shot his load into her ass, and she reacted with a 
start, a loud groan escaping. "Gotta go, bitch," he told 
her as he pulled up his pants and fastened his belt. He 
grabbed his book bag and split. Kim barely had the 
strength to move, but she managed to haul her tired bones 
over to the couch, collapsing into a deep sleep. Her last 
thought before she fell into blessed unconsciousness was 
that she was glad she had the foresight to cancel her 
appointments until after lunch.

Next Chapter: Odds and Ends

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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